Mark Ames asked me to write something humorous. I said "Yes," then later I have discovered that I am humorless type. That I am dogmatical, fanatical and crazy. I cannot smile actually, I can laugh dramatical laughing. So, I better to be myself. I will write about my problems. Again.
I have Forty-six members of my party imprisoned. Nine of them are girls. Seven of them underaged persons.
I have Forty-sex by two, or ninety-two parents of imprisoned, to deal with. Most of them understand that Putin’s group is responsible for keeping their children inside prison walls, but few parents anyway are blaming me for the fate of their children. It is hard to bear.
I have seven persons on hunger strike at party headquarters at Maria Ulianova, 17. They are demanding from Putin’s government to release our prisoners. They also demand to recognize our 46 inmates to be political prizoners. Four of them are on hunger strike from May 1st. They are starting to show the signs of weariness. Media’s exposure of hunger strike is very low.
I have also a problem with Party headquarters. By the decision of Court of Arbitrage on April 14, Party was ordered to move out from premices on Maria Ulianova, 17. We actually occuping that huge basement illigally. Hunger-strikers could be thrown away every minute, if autorities will demand Moscow police to execute order.
Moscow’s Region Court have resumed procedures of liquidation of Co-regional Social organization National-Bolsheviks Party. Soon or later Party will be liquidated. It will change nothing, of course, NBP will do what we do now, but all our gatherings will be dispersed, and our offices will be closed. Court decision will put us at situation of outlaws.
Few days ago at Novosibirsk, three National-Bolsheviks were arrested. They are changed of Articles 205 (terrorism, up to life in prison) and 222 (arms and munitions, posession, up to eight years). Needless to say, that FSB provocation brought that arrest. One National-Bolshevik is arrested in Obninsk, town of Moscow region.
Movement "Nashi," organized by Kremlin, have published brochure: "Unusual fashism", where I am principal hero. Luckily, I am in one group of oppositional politicians with such persons as Khakamada, Rigkov, Rogosin, Kasparov and Zuganov. According to that brochure we are maintaining "mutual campagne agains Russia." Newspaper "Kommersant" have printed photos of sombodies feet standing on my portret, signed "Fascist".
Movement "Nashi" organized by Kremlin’s Mr. Surkov have been created with only one goal, to neutralise groving influence of National-Bolsheviks Party on Russian society. I feel like a main target of Kremlin’s hate. I cannot say that I have a pleasure to be a main target. Although I am avare that project of National-Bolsheviks Party lanched 10 years ago proved to be extremely successful one. Actually the best in entire country, if Kremlin is spending three hundred million dollars for creation of movement "Nashi" to neutralize NBP. I can call myself "Mister, worth of 300 million." Not bad for a boy from outskirts of Kharkov. Actually I am more known then Leon Tolstoi or even Lenin during their lifes. That what I am thinking.
On May 8th, high runking Moscow militia oficer called and asked me about immediat meeting. As I was going with my woman and her children to Zoo, I met militia colonel in front of Moscow Zoo. I was peaceful looking middle-aged man going to Zoo with beautiful his woman and his children, all of them girls. VIP militioner have given me a personal letter from a head of all Moscow militia General Pronin V.V. Mr. Pronin said in his letter that militia have an information that on May 9th, extremist youths have plan to create mass disorders. Then general Pronin said "I want you to know, that above mentioned outlaw actions planned, irrevocably have been tied up with your name, to the point that youngsters fascinated with the ideas of National-Bolshevism could participate into probable extremist actions." I signed on the back of that unusual document my name with a note that I was familiarised with letter.
Then I went to Zoo and had a good time. I bought for my woman and her children and for myself tee-shorts with our beloved animals. Three wolfs, one horse and owls. Because my beloved woman family name is Volkova (of Wolf) we got on teeshorts those wolfs. Then I drunk beer with my woman. To three girls I gave some money so they been entertaining themselves on divers Amusement mashines, available in Zoo. Then it was rain. We have taken refuge under the roof of some snackbar. Some people have recognised me and wanted to be photographed with me, they also asked for autographs. It was a good day.
The night was even better. We made love with Katia Volkova until the sunrise. Then I drunk some coffee. Then Katia left from the secret apartment where we meet. At about 9:30 my body-guards have arrived, four of them. Half-way from Belorusskaia ploschad, we were joined by other ten, or so body-guards. Moscow was stuffed with thousands of militiamen. Kremlin’s paranoia never been so high as on May 9. As we were passing countless troups, tracks, militia dog’s and horses, I thought about Katia.
Those were problems and events of everyday life of Russian Radical political leader. Those are my problems.