Six love of love participants in peaceful protest - human rights activists and activists who went to rallies in Moscow

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The author of "New" Anna Artemyeva and Ukrainian human rights activist Yuri Yoras launched a joint project of love. An Instagram account every day throughout 2021 collects and publishes real love stories told by residents of Eastern Europe and Central Asia. These are completely different stories: happy, unrequited, fleeting, first, eternal, passionate, tender ... People of all ages, nationalities and orientations participate - the project shares the ideas of equality, respect and tolerance.

“We propose to share everything that we usually talk about only to friends, we write in diaries or twist in our heads for many years, to share our love story. We created a platform where we carefully store each, ”the authors of the idea say.

On the eve of the day of all lovers, “new” together with God's love publishes the stories of participants in a peaceful protest - human rights activists and activists who went to rallies in Moscow and Minsk in different years.

You can support the life of the project by simply telling your story. To do this, send a letter to Godlyubvi@gmail.com or fill out Google form .

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“I am going to Sakharovo - and my palm, which fits a box with a engagement ring, has already sweated”

Glory Tikhonov,

correspondent,

32 years

(Girl of Glory was sentenced to 10 days of arrest on charges of participating in an inconsistent mass event on January 31 in Moscow)

Yana is amazing.

She is far from nine (and it seems, not even seventeen), but she looks at any cartoons with the enthusiasm of the child, especially colorful ones.

Like a guest from another planet, every time, as in the first, she admires earthly sunsets and dawn, trying to catch the sun's rays with fingertips.

To his favorite music and at concerts of his favorite groups, he completely gives himself to the god of dancing, asking for nothing in return.

He escorts you to work with the eyes of a sad puppy, and meets, jumping in the corridor, like that happy alpaca.

He loves traveling and always sends himself and friends postcards from the places where he managed to visit.

The queen of soap bubbles, rainbows, confetti and glitter.

Even on January 31, walking to the center of Moscow Yana was sparkling on her face.

It was all the more strange to see her sitting in a car carrier, the worst it is to represent her against the background of iron doors and gray walls in Sakharovo.

I was detained long before the rally, on the empty Sukharevskaya Square leaving McDonald's with a paper bag with food in my hands.

Yana ran after me, literally asking for a car carrier.

Later, we will be separated in Vernadsky’s ATS, I will be released by finding a press card during the search, and Yana in the Nikulinsky court will be given ten days of arrest for “being in a crowd of citizens (about 500 people), chanted the slogans of political content, <...> completely overlapping pedestrian sidewalks and the roadway”.

On the first day, when there was no connection with Yana, I could not find a place for myself. Helplessness and despair were compensated only by the realization that there would be more benefit from me than with her. There is someone to inform relatives, friends, to work. Yes, and just feed the cat.

Calls began at the ATS-Info, human rights activists of the FBK* and familiar lawyers; Gearings with food and clothing, manuscript notes and even on the knees a spanned and printed newspaper "Bulletin from the will", which did not reach the addressee with the will of the police.

Later, when a connection appears with Yana, she will convince me that she should not worry about her and in general she perceives her arrest as a kind of retreat, which she had long dreamed.

Now she has started new friends among the cellmates, they guess, meditating, scooping around each other and fight with pillows in short T -shirts (probably).

This story taught me two things.

No need to run after your loved ones in autozaki!

They say this is the most common reason for the detention of girls at rallies.

You will not prove your love with your desperate gesture, and at large, you will definitely be more beneficial than sitting in the next chamber.

Otherwise, you worry about him, he, relatives and friends do not know where you are, the cat eats onions from the basin.

And this concerns not only girls.

Well, the second: Yana taught me fearlessness. In court, she told the lawyer: “I am glad that it was me who was detained, because in any way they would have arrested someone, and I am ready for this and will not lose heart.”

Now I am going to Sakharovo to meet her from the special receiver.

My palm, which fits a box with a engagement ring, has already sweated and nervously tremble, which means that I still have something to learn from it.

It’s good that I will have a whole life for this.

"It remains to wait only seven thousand two hundred minutes"

Sofia Denisova,

writer, playwright

23 years

(Sofia’s guy was arrested for 14 days on charges of participating in an inconsistent mass event on January 31 in Moscow)

Previously, there were 7506 km and telephone screen between us, and now there is 150 km between us, glass with perforation and prickly wire.

I really miss. I really miss. I really miss.

Stefan was taken on the night of February 2, I received the last message from him at 00:56: "We are still in a car carrier."

After that, I lost it for ten hours. It was not possible to sleep that night that night, I just called all the hot lines and in the police department. They sent me and said that such a person does not exist.

The worst of all is fear - it paralyzes, pulls it off with its sticky tentacles and makes you panic. The terrible scenes of beatings and lawlessness climbed into my head, which were fueled by the fact that reports about torture began to come from that police department. I turned off for ten minutes, and I dreamed that Stefan was opening the door, lies with me on the bed and strokes on the head. Waking up, I cried.

Somewhere at 12 in the morning, the next bell and already sewing up people from the OTD-Info was successful, Stefan was found in court.

I rushed there in the hope of giving.

At first, the guards and the police rudely told me that they were not going to take any gearboxes, here I do not have a recreation area. But I refused to leave and stood, their eyes, about an hour. I thought that I would not move off until the court closes. They can't drive me out! And then all fatigue, despair and powerlessness suddenly rolled. Tears began to flow from the eyes again. The guard all this time looked at me at point blank, then said something like: "Fuck with you, let's go, give it to him."

Joy immediately gave strength, I thought: "Wow, I will see him for at least a couple of minutes."

We climbed the elevator, the guard now examined his shoes.

The doors moved apart, and in the corridor I saw Stefan, bewildered and surprised.

We hugged and kissed. The guard made an unintelligible gesture with his hand and left.

In court, Stefan and I spent another 12 hours. It was scary, incomprehensible, uncomfortable. Endless watch hours. I turned into one small clot of nerves. But we believed that everything would cost, since I was not allowed by a miracle and left me with him for the whole day-this must be a good sign. Somewhere at one in the morning, the judge sentenced: fourteen days of arrest.

I really miss. I really miss. I really miss.

Stefan and I have been together for two and a half years, of which we spent a year in relations at a distance. I can wait. But it is one thing to know that he is in another country, safe, surrounded by loved ones. And another thing, when he sits in a special -reception without communication, surrounded by the police, devoid of liberty.

After the trial, he managed to give me a ring that rallies made on the eve of, now I wear it every day.

The first two days, the inability to at least somehow change the situation pumped all the forces, leaving only anger and sadness. But then my friends and I came up with a home -made fund, threw ourselves, collected some money among friends and began to ride specialists with a large margin of hot tea, sandwiches, plaids, heating pads, distributing all this to those who froze in the queue for gearboxes. This lesson helped us, gave strength and made it possible to do at least something.

I really miss. I really miss. I really miss.

Stefan will be released on February 16. I love him very much. It remains to wait only seven thousand two hundred minutes.

“This is a disaster. Perhaps the best disaster in my life "

Tivur Shaginurov,

The artist, activist, in 2011 descended in an Angel costume and a gas mask from the building of the Ministry of Education of the Russian Federation in protest against militaristic and clerical trends in education,

37 years

My angels. They sit on my shoulders and quarrel over my head.

- Yes, you, man, what are you doing, you will disappear for a penny! Bad, you ...

- Come on, relax, dude, everything is fine.

What am I? I am nothing. I do nothing. I just look into her gray eyes and laugh ...

- Why are you laughing? She asks.

And I'm not laughing. I'm just happy. I am happy because I will die. Yes, like that. Because I would be eternal, like my God, could I fall in love with people fleeting like a flash of matches. But she would be eternal as the Universe, it would be incomprehensible to me. However, she is. Therefore, as a fool I look into her gray eyes and laugh. And so every time.

Flags, slogans, cops, rallies ... We, shell -shocked by love for the Motherland and are not indifferent to her fate, rarely see ourselves in other circumstances. There is nothing to laugh here. There is nothing for you. And I fled, without touching the bridge on the outbows, jumping over puddles, houses, barriers, police barriers and vehicles of deputies. I was out of breath, so I just look into her gray eyes and laugh.

I’ll definitely tell her, I will definitely tell her ...

- A fool, don’t ... have you forgotten how you were thrown, betrayed, forgotten, painfully made millions of different ways?

Of course, I remember: they threw, and betrayed, and painfully made millions of different ways. I myself betrayed, threw and painfully made millions of different ways.

- Well, you just figure out, bast shoes who she is and who you are!

- Well, tell me! It's just to say. Well, you are not imposing on her husband. Just tell me ...

- Man, this is a disaster, this is a tsunami, a bro ...

-Chuva-ah-a-a-ak, perhaps this is the best that can be in life.

Yes, I fell in love. We'll have to admit it. This is a disaster. Perhaps the best disaster in my life.

- Why are you so stooping? She asks, and all my words immediately fly apart, like beads from a torn thread. And how do not stoop, when angels sit on my shoulders and quarrel over my head: tell me, don’t tell me ... I have such bedhors in my head, and therefore I just look into her gray eyes and laugh. I always laugh when I look into her gray eyes. I laugh when I think about her. I always succeed when I think about it.

And I will laugh all evening and turn in bed in my bed - and I will not fall asleep until the first morning passers -by are stuck under the window under the window. And the angels get off my shoulders and sip on the windowsill.

“Why do you think he will ever tell her?”

- Yes, he will say, of course.

- At the beer we smear, what's not?

- Yes, I, a fool, or what?

I will say, of course. I’ll say today. But not so straight, but so: you know, I will say, everything works out for me when I think about you. Therefore, if you please be happy, and let everything succeed too.

- By the way, she has blue eyes, Romeo horseradish.

"The herbaria collected in the walking courtyards of the sailor's silence will turn into migratory birds"

Lesha Minyailo,

Volunteer of the ATS-INFO, ex-genurant "Moskovsky case"

36 years

I don't know what love is. I know that the blossoming cornflowers in winter Moscow can only be reached at ul. Frank Popa, 0, and nowhere, but the summer purple bloom already to frost and beautifully covered with hoarfrost.

I know that from the wrapper from one "Alenka" you can make two engagement rings,

The foil will turn into a pumpkin by morning, but the rings themselves will remain forever. That Ginkgo trees in Moscow are only about five, two of them near the Forest Industry pavilion, and in mid -June there are exactly 17 minutes at sunset, when the sun shines through their leaves until it hides behind the “chemical industry”. I know for sure that good has reverse power, which means that any evil in the past can be transformed by the future. That the fear of heights grazes before sunrise at the top of an abandoned skyscraper, and his ringing note will affect the dawn bells of Jerusalem many years later, and the herbaria collected in the walking courtyards of the sailor will turn into migratory birds. And that only one good deed can change all his life.

"He somehow has always been with me and strongly interfered with his eternal presence to my other men"

Olga Romanova,

Human rights activist, journalist, public figure, founder of the Rus Sitting Foundation,

54 years

Girls at a pre -Pubert age always fall in love with actors. Or in rock stars, but in my childhood there were no rock stars.

And the actors were, and their photographs on dense cardboard were sold in the Kiosks "Soyuz Print". But, of course, not those whom the girls wanted were sold. The girls searched for “their own” in the magazines, cut out and glued them in special notebooks about the idol, and recipes and rhymes were recorded there.

Scarlet rose fell to the chest,
Dear Boyarsky, don't forget me.

Yes, Boyarsky was the leader in our class according to the number of broken hearts. In second place was actor Igor Kostolevsky. Another girl loved the soloist VIA “Flame”, such a blonde.

I looked at all this love bacchanalia with a squint of the ethnographer. I will never love anyone. Well, maybe when I become a very adult, at 16 years old, and it will be love for life.

But I did not pass me away. I fell in love at first sight, firmly. And by the way, forever.

It was like that. My parents hid everything forbidden from me. These were strange books: reprints or some third-fourth copy, sometimes in folders, but often in oilcloth or cardboard binding. Something about Stalin, something translated, Bulgakov, Vysotsky’s poems. I liked Bulgakov about one thing about the dog that the doctor turned into a man, and then back. This is all that I realized then. I liked the “fatal eggs” more. Although I thought it would be about sex, but about snakes even better.

The parental collection was replenished, they did not know that I know where what was lying. Once I realized that the replenishment arrived, returned from school and, while everything was at work, climbed into the closet.

Among the new home-made magazines, I found two photos.

And all. I fell in love with him. Moreover, he was clearly prohibited in the USSR.

In one photo, he was with a cigarette, and I immediately decided that I would also smoke. And on the other he was with President Carter, I knew him.

It was not signed who it was.

Where with a cigarette, he showed his passport, but not to see in any way. It is only clear that Russian. Important - once with a card. And dangerous - once hidden in Samizdat.

I began to read and watch everything that was connected with traitors, traitors and literary Vlasovites. I was looking for him. Quickly found Solzhenitsyn. Sinyavsky and Daniel. At the same time, she found out about Pasternak and found Dr. Zhivago from her parents. Also a very interesting man, but not him.

All this lasted quite a few years. Once I saw the actor Trentignan and was already embarrassed - was he really? But no, it just looks very much. My deeper, more interesting.

Only in perestroika - and I was already about 20 years old - I found out that it was Vladimir Bukovsky. Of course, she began to read everything. Love gained name, character, fate. Unattainable, we will never meet, but he somehow has always been to me and, as I understand now, strongly interfered with his eternal presence to my other men.

In general, 40 years after I found his photos, I went to Cambridge to him. We already had something to talk about.

And we said. They drank. He smoked so much that I seemed to have become less since then.

I told him this story about photos. And I saw that he was really flattered. Yes, and I was good because I chose the right man at one time.

He was sick a lot and seriously, my London friends helped him with doctors, consultations, and flights. I did not want to come to him, it seemed to me that he also wanted me to remember him to others, but I called him quite often. Now I got into the phone, checked if I had his number. Yes, stayed.

I think I was terribly lucky with my first love.

And it is clear why my whole life is so drawn to the hooligans. It was he who was devoted to the most famous, probably, the quatrains of the authorship of Vadim Delonya:

Exchanged a bully
On Luis Corvalan.
Where would I find such ***,
To change to Brezhnev?

"Paris is a gray rose"

Victor Fainberg,

A participant in the demonstration on Red Square of 1968 against the introduction of Soviet troops into Czechoslovakia “For our and your freedom!”, Disante, human rights activist, former political prisoner, fighter with punitive psychiatry,

89 years old

We met Francoise in February 1976. This was in the evening, in Paris, on the shore of the Seine in the micromir Viktor Hugo (the Cathedral of the Parisian Mother of God), Apolliner (“Hay flows under the bridge of mybeum”), Shakespeare (the British book shop of the same name). We looked at each other ... And suddenly they said the "chorus": "Paris is a gray rose."

We walked along the airflow embankment, where palaces, towers, bridges acted as milestones of the rich and tragic history of France. We talked about everything. And then each of us felt the emergence of feelings, so deep and natural that it withstood the tests of almost half a century and far from always a good era.

(January 14, 2021, 45 years after meeting, Victor and Francoise got married.)

* FBK (Fund for Combating the Corruption of Alexei Navalny) is included in the list of organizations performing the function of the foreign agent