sábado, 4 de outubro de 2014

Extract from a poem by Kirill Medvedev:

 we obtained the right to have an anti-fascist protest but not a march.
 I went with the human rights activist Ponomarev to sort it out at the mayor’s
 office. Ponomarev was very angry. I restrained him a bit.
 I’ll show them what it means to let fascists have rallies, he said.
 I felt that it wasn't going to end well.

   Oleinik, the department’s deputy director for mass rallies
 turned out to be a fat, rosy-cheeked kewpie. 





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