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.
