Victory Day in feudal Moscow

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Do you know that people on Victory Day were allowed to visit the Eternal Flame only with passports? Now I will tell you how it really was, and not on TV.

This is Yuri Timofeevich Lopatin. Photo by Ilya Varlamov. I wrote about him - a veteran, reconnaissance of a motorized rifle regiment, reached Berlin, three wounds, then an artillery colonel, teacher, thirty-seven scientific works, a refugee, settled with his battalion commander on Prechistenka and then for twelve (!) Years sought Russian citizenship. When his battalion commander died, they tried to throw Lopatin out of this apartment on Prechistinka by all means. Just then it was the sixtieth anniversary of the Victory, and on Red Square - just four kilometers away, they talked pathetically about feat, eternal glory, and no one is forgotten.

Not thrown out. And he still received citizenship. To do this, I repeat, it took him twelve years - exactly three times longer than the entire Great Patriotic War lasted. And then they gave him a one-room apartment. Let it be on the tenth floor in a panel building somewhere on the outskirts, instead of a three-ruble note in Tbilisi and instead of a kopeck piece in Prechistenka, but they did.

I'm a little proud to put in the effort as well. Even if I did not do so much, others - including journalists - did more, but in this one victory of one front-line soldier I also contributed my little part.

After the move, I lost contact with Yuri Timofeevich. But two years ago I saw this photograph of him at Varlamov's in a report from Teatralnaya Square. On Victory Day, my daughter drew a gift for Yuri Timofeevich, and we drove off.

Before that, my family and I had not been at any major officialdom for five years, and what a holiday in Putin's Russia is, I have forgotten a little. I would have remembered - I would not have gone for another five years. I relaxed and lost sight of who all the holidays are made for here. And where is peizan in this country.

The holiday began for me on May 8th. From the photo on Twitter of the user Dmitry Makarov. Did you think, smerds, that the Kremlin, the Alexander Garden, Red Square, Mnezhnaya and the Eternal Flame are yours? Is this your city, your squares and your symbols of Victory, known from childhood, to which you would like to bring your children on a holiday? Naive peizans.

This is all Vovino, my friends. And when he wants to hang out at the Eternal Flame, or drive us to the tanks on the main square of the country, we, the peyzan of the rogue, are kicked out of there with rags. So that Vova could play with his toys in his sandbox. Which he took from us. And we can stand behind the fence and watch through the face of the policeman how the master plays on our symbols taken from us. And even, by the highest grace, take pictures.

I thought it was either Gerhard's friend or Silvio's friend who had arrived, but everything turned out to be much worse. The website of the Patriarchate kindly informed us that the rabble was driven away from the Eternal Flame, so that the priests could lay their flowers at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier without smerds.

And stand with your asses to the Eternal Flame. While the army is holding a personal parade in front of them. Our army. Which they turned into their funny one.

"Then His Holiness congratulated the clergy on Victory Day, recalling that on May 6, 1945, when the hostilities of the Great Patriotic War came to an end, the feast of the Bright Resurrection of Christ and the Day of Remembrance of St. George the Victorious, the heavenly patron of the Orthodox army, were simultaneously celebrated." it is no coincidence, - stressed the Primate.- June 22, 1941, the week of all the saints who shone in the Russian land, the enemy thrust into our Fatherland without looking at the church calendar, and all this ended with the holiday of Holy Easter, the memory of George the Victorious and the complete victory of our weapons "."

Of course, I am not going to comment on all this nonsense carried out by his nano-dust holiness. But Defense Minister Sregey Kuzhegetovich still wanted to ask a question.

Dear Seregy Kuzhegetovich! And what, in fact, the hell is the company of the guard of honor of the 154th separate commandant regiment of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation, with budget money, is solemnly marching in front of these bearded men in black dresses? Why the hell is the main garden of the country recalled from the plebs and the priests arrange their personal amusing parades? Why the hell is my army walking at attention in front of them? Why the hell did they turn their asses to the Eternal Flame? And what the hell is this their main bearded man rubbing his delirium with my army?

This was the eighth. On the ninth, after the priests had already passed, the parade ended, friend Gerhard had to leave, my family and I went to look for Yuri Timofeevich. To hug him again, congratulate him on the holiday, say "thank you" and present our gift.

It was not so.

From the Library to them. Lenin's exit to the Alexander Garden was closed.

Simply - stupidly blocked, and that's it.

Moss is also blocked. Well, not for everyone, of course. For rogues only. And this - this is what you can in any direction, and in the opposite lane, as here, and obliquely, as another miracle passed a little earlier, and as you like. Already in general not ashamed of anything. In front of everyone, the peyzan, which the cops chase from the roadway, to ensure unhindered passage to the bars.

All the rest of the noble family can only walk on the sidelines. Note - the Manezhka is also completely closed and people are forced to walk along the road. Which from time to time they still open up and a quite dense stream moves along it. People go with children, with strollers, with their old people to the Kutafya tower. What for? There is no entrance there anyway? And the cops told them that there was an entrance. Just in order to remove people from their passage, they are sent around half a kilometer away in almost thirty-degree heat along the road with children.

I am thirty six years old. All thirty-six I live in Moscow. From time to time I visit Manezhka. Sometimes even on Victory Day. But I have never seen such a bestial attitude towards my own people. I have not yet met such a frank division into feudal-oligraphic barchuk and the rabble. I have not yet seen such a spit in the face of my own people on one of its main holidays, the cult of which - completely ostentatious and vulgar, moreover - is being implanted from every crevice.

In my opinion, Putin has already completely turned into Brezhnev and lives only on TV. And the hangers-on from the TV do everything so that it does not return to reality. Why create this vulgar cult of Victory, but in reality to those for whom this propaganda is designed - to treat as subhumans? Well, all right, opposition, but why shit on their heads? Here, seventy percent is Putin's electorate. Why carry them around Mokhovaya with their face? Who is your TV for then?

Veteran. Also bypassing.

Next transition. Closed. The veteran's grandfather, however, has already been let through here.

I leave this without comment.

Tverskaya. Overlapped. Everything for people. As usual.

Exit to Manezhnaya. Another crush. The heat is close to thirty, let me remind you.

People, already not giving a damn about the constant shouts "please clear the roadway", go to Teatralnaya right along Teatralnaya proezd seized by the State Duma. We will definitely visit here with the FAR-post. Promise. The police are trying to stop an unauthorized march, but no one is paying attention to them.

It should be noted that this time the uniform of the police looked quite decent. Still, appearance changes people in an amazing way. To break the law in a normal form was - well, not that ashamed, but somehow uncomfortable. It was felt. They were embarrassed in front of people. This time there was no ordinary waste of money and rudeness.

It's amazing how a friend was allowed to call the cafe such an extremist slogan. However, I suspect that this comrade is the one who needs a comrade.

The police can no longer cope with peyzans and a support group is advancing to their aid

Theatrical. There are no longer cordons, no police. Everything is calm, the passage is free, there is no crush. The best illustration of anarchy is where the state does not bother with its prohibitions and fences, people remarkably self-organize themselves. Here, some kind of holiday feeling is still present. There is even a breath of free thought:

The veterans looked something like this. Everyone was surrounded by people. Do not come up.

Still, whatever one may say, our city is beautiful. And even Luzhkov and Sobyanin could not kill him. However, the second is still ahead:

No one is forgotten

The veterans were simply flooded with flowers. There is no more vulgar pathos here - a truly national holiday.

People are singing "Katyusha" and "Three Tankers". When all this is not imposed from every crevice, when priests do not teach their homeland to love, when all this is done by the free expression of the will of citizens, it does not bother at all. Absolutely. Well done.

Our friend is also here. This time - again in the uniform of a general. That time she was a colonel, I remind you. But, however, again with the star of the Hero and the star of the Hero of Labor. They know her, they know that she is fake, but, realizing that a person needs help, they treat with sympathy. There is no glum. Although the woman once again told how she moistened the hem of her shirt and wiped her lips with the wounded, and in confirmation of this showed her new passport of the Russian Federation, saying at the same time that she was from Stalingrad:

This man came alone. He was cheerful, open, not at all pretentious. And immediately attracted everyone's attention:

We never found Yuri Timofeevich. I walked around Teatralnaya five times, but he was not there. Perhaps he was in a different place. Perhaps - he was ill. And maybe … Still, a person is well over eighty. But I hope he's okay.

We gave a present to another grandfather and went back to Manezhnaya - we said that it should be opened after fourteen zero. Well … Formally speaking, they opened it. One person at a time.

In the transition, of course, there is a crush.

And now the most interesting part, dear reader. The entrance to Manezhnaya was carried out through metal detectors, and - ta-da-dam! - only upon presentation of a passport. What the policeman spoke about in a megaphone:

"Stop! Show me your document!" "Halt! Ausvayskontrol!"

The police check the passports of the population in the unconstitutionally seized territory

People, of course, are completely shocked. Those who have passports just spit and show their documents. Those who do not are trying to be indignant, but it is clear that it is useless. The word "Constitution", which was used by one passportless man, sounded ridiculous in these metal detectors.

Here I had a remarkable conversation with a riot policeman. He, too, was uncomfortable with it.

- Well, why do you serve for them then? - I ask.

- Listen, I can only catch bandits and fight. I am following orders. But when the civil war begins (this is literally, he did not say "if", he said exactly "when") - we will take off our uniforms and start fighting for the people.

- For what people? - I specified.

- For the people.

So in the police, too, not everything is so simple.

Well, our familiar "submarine" is here. How much without her.

The main square of the country on its main holiday should look like this, right? All partitioned off, with "submarines", buses with riot police, military equipment, groups of astronauts and parked tourist buses. Foreigners, by the way, just walked with square eyes. I don't think they were told about this in travel agencies. Great image of the country. On a postcard.

And in order to get to Red Square itself - ku, passport and "things for inspection" had to be done again. Then I just spat, didn't get the documents, I stupidly walked through the frame with my backpack and went on. Nobody stopped me. The cops didn't want to do all this stuff either.

Especially to the soldiers of Oorfene Deuce, who will now come running here and begin to tell about the terrorists and the necessary security measures. Like, this is not our main paranoid, this is life. Once again, at Teatralnaya there was not a single cardon, not a single metal detector, and not a single police officer examining the bags. And if someone from the Caucasus Emirate would take it into his head to blow up citizens, he would do it completely calmly. Would blow up without getting worn out. Together with veterans.

That is, it is clear whom my militia protects, isn't it?

She does not protect you and me from terrorists. She protects Putin and the priests from you and me.

In my opinion, all the dots above "and" are placed as never before.

In the end, we did not go to Red. She was once again disfigured with some kind of cardboard pedestals, and I didn't want to show my daughter the heart of our homeland for the first time in this form. Let's go to Aleksandrovsky. They did not break through to the Eternal Flame, there was a crowd. Let's go to the fountains.

The Father of Nations with the St. George Ribbon and his fans in tracksuits:

Fountains - ta-da-dame! - barred. Plus thirty, let me remind you. And if you went out to wash with water, you will have to go back all the same way - along Mokhovaya, through Manezhka, with a passport in your teeth through metal detectors.

All the priests and the bars, the rest - that's it. I have never felt such a shame, frankly speaking.

Who said that the passages would be open from two o'clock? You have been deceived, my friends. Half past three. Everything is still closed. See Channel One. There they will tell you how joyful and fun you were today.

Another clownery

Well, and - internal troops. Where can we go without it. Peizans must know their place.

And to complete the picture of the holiday, a link, as the wrong veterans were not allowed on Victory Day in Sokolniki:

Summing up. When the main square of the country is blocked by troops. When people are kicked out of the main garden of the country so that the priests can host their amusing parades there. When people are divided into right and wrong. When on Victory Day people can go to the Eternal Flame only upon presentation of a passport. When the authorities treat the citizens of their country as the population …

I can only find one definition - "occupation".

Dissuade me.