I guess I woke up in another country again. In my country, where they say there is no freedom of speech, there are many thousands of newspapers, and every day at least one will write: “Today we woke up in another country.” There will always be a reason. The king introduced a constitution. Convened parliament. Parliament was shot. Abolished the constitution. We, suppose, tore the Czechs apart. Or the Czechs are us, if other Czechs, not on the football field, but somewhere in the mountains.

On Friday *** September, Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Kolokoltsev unexpectedly came to the Duma. He did not flin about something with the leadership, and then arranged a small tour of the committees. He wandered as if by chance and the committee on housing policy, and there, comfortably settling in a chair, opposite his permanent chairman Sidyakin Alexander Gennadievich, became sweet as a rakhat-lukum.

In the theater, as in the crowd, they argue about the methods and possibilities of protest. The theater goes after the street-responding to the carnival-flat energy of opposition shares. The three most angry spectacles about the most caring heroes shown in May-June at the most daring Moscow theater venues allow us to talk about the birth of a new political theater.