On the day of the next white -open arrests, friends retold the content of the SSMEC, sent by journalist T. Zhenya: "Musya, I'm in a car carrier, you will have to walk the dog and pick up Katka from the pool." This phrase made a strong impression on me not only because of the obvious mimimi-well, the child and the dog are against the backdrop of the world revolution-but also because of the question that was constantly tormenting me about “every day”.

On the morning of July 18, a resident of Novosibirsk Valentina Gerasimova entered the foster party United Russia, where everyone already knew her perfectly. Over the past 10 months, Gerasimov consulted more than 70 times by phone over the past 10 months and about 20 times personally - it was about the return of money invested in shared construction. The woman spent 5 years in search of justice, visited all instances and offices, but not a single court sided with her.

This is not about the next readings of the classics, not about the opera that serves as a front entrance to the citadel of the ancient tradition. Not about the one where the overhead beards are elegant wigs, but people go with a special picture gait: at first you notice how the hero’s leg begins to rise, and only after a few seconds you can hear how hard the heroic boots are lowered onto the stage.