To understand where we are, it is extremely useful to take a detached view of ourselves. Now many are expressing their opinion about the party. I will cite only the most interesting opinions. Dmitry Olshanski, political analyst, in the article “The Beginning of History”: “Nazbols seized the Health Ministry. The Society has not yet recalled the right word - narodovolets(members of the People’s Will organisation)! But the horrible sentence has already returned the relation of cause and effect to its place: the years of detention increase depending on the number of floors the portrait of the autocrat, thrown out of the window, had the bad luck to fly by. It is indicative that the NBP wasn’t invited to the two pitiful political congresses in December(both democratic and patriots’) - living people, existing in the historical time, are not among the actors’ of the burnt theater favourits. Nevertheless, it is the story with the Health Ministry, but not the theatrical howls of Rogozin and “The Committee 2008″, that we’ll have to remember. Such ridiculous, naive, insolent, irregular national-bolsheviks proved to be the only, though spontaneous, opponents of the monstrous State Building. The subjects of the complicated politics, but not its capricious and breaking objects”.
Archive for February, 2005
Beautiful lands of vineyards and orchards look more beautiful in war times. That I have discovered in many places: at the Balkans, during Serbian wars, then later in Abkhazia and Transdnestrie. As a matter of fact the lands of vineyards and orchards are in itselfs the very reasons for wars. Because some people want to get it, and some want to keep it. Rich, picturesque, good looking lands, mountains or otherwise located near the mighty blue rivers are hard to leave in enemy hands, so people fight. Serbs, Croats, Muslims, Abkhazes, Moldavians, Russians, Ukrainians, fight each other for vineyards and orchards. I never met one person fighting for Moscow’s flatness.
Apricot orchards lay under the autumn sun on both sides of the road from Grigoriupol. Road goes near Dniestr in direction to Dubossarskaia hydro-electrical station. For dozens of kilometers we are observing vast apricot harvest lying on the ground. Because of the war nobody bothered to pick up apricots. Trenches of Transdnestrians are on the left side of the road, in shadows of first line of apricots trees, and trenches of “Rumanians,” as they call army of Moldova, somewhere inside of masses of apricot trees. Odor of rotten apricots, sweet and bitter, odor of putrefaction of thousands of tonnes of apricots made on us impression to be at tropical lands.
For the two weeks that passed since the publication of the last “General Line” issue one can ascertain a bigger yet pressure on the NBP from the power and its lackeys. One should note the attack on the party premises in the capital on January 29th by forty unknown people looking like students of a cop academy. And also the public declaration of Moscow’s GUVD [ministry of interior] head the general Pronin V.V. that happened a day before, on January 28th. One should cite the official “Russian Gazette”: “The subject was about the recent bombing near the Moscow bank office. The GUVD head confirmed that a student was arrested on the case. The general didn’t mention his name, however he expressed his certitude that they caught the right person. It was said that most probably the detainee didn’t commit the crime autonomously and that some organized group is behind him. (more…)
Shortly before I was arrested, in March 2001, when visiting city of Briansk, I was given as a present few videos. Amongst them [I discovered that in Moscow] was video-version of Fight Club. Naturally it was a gift of National-Bolsheviks Party member. [And also naturally, that very party member later have turned against Party. I mean it is natural that fanatical lover of Fight Club happen to be also a party traitor. I think that that kind of movie should attract and is attracting all sorts of unstable persons.] But anyway, when I first saw the movie in Moscow in March 2001, I was ignorant about future. I liked Fight Club, although I never was a clerk or avid consumer of consumer society, I always was a rebel.