About silence as a sign of disagreement, Bykov’s prose, Neklyaev’s poems and the right to rudeness
People love to walk. Each holiday in Minsk crowds of townspeople come to parks, squares, to the sites in front of the station wagons where music plays, artists play, and sometimes they sell potatoes and other agricultural products inexpensively, to the detriment of themselves, supplied, supplied by district consumers. So now. Each Wednesday at 19-00, residents of the Belarusian capital and a number of other cities go to the streets and squares-take a walk. Just like that.