Red Patrick and Hollywood Show
Eduard Limonov. Photo by Sex & The City I am classified on May 1 in Moscow to the category of anniversary. I give this word, I admit, a condescending shade. Why? Well, because they are meaningless. They don’t call anything, they are in an atmosphere of relaxation: the sun, balls, all the opera, hundred-year-old, stupid ... Once, at the beginning of the 20th century, May Day breathed menacingly, the working Mayevs accelerated by gendarmes, promised a revolution and did not deceive.