For the last half-year NBP demonstrated that often in political struggle tomatoes and eggs are a more effective weapon than bombs and money. When they shot Veshnyakov with mayonnaise and made an omelet of Kasyanov - this is called “velvet terrorism”.
The tomato attacks on officials from the highest echelons of power developed through the entire Russia quickly transformed the nazbols from crackheads and delinquents in fighters with corrupt bureaucracy and defenders of the Russian people. (more…)
My personal worst moment of the year 2003 was late afternoon January 31st. At Saratov’s Districts Court, public prosecutor Colonel Verbin demanded for me quarter of century of imprisonment. Ten years of imprisonment for allegedly planning terrorist attacks on territory of Kazakhstan, 4 years for preparation to organize outlawed armed formations, 8 years for a purchase of Kalashnikovs and 3 years for a call to overthrow the Government of Russian Federation. Exactly 25 years demanded Verbin, that tall and skinny as a match colonel, wearing blue uniform of Prosecutor.
But “by the way of partial reduction” merciful and compassionate Russian Justice, personified by colonel, demanded for me “only” 14 years of imprisonment in the camp of “severe regime.” It was worstiest day of 2003. But going to court on February 4, just a few days later, early in the morning I saw on television face of my wife, Natasha. Television said that my wife have died as a saint during her sleep at night from 2 to 3rd February. Then, until the day of April 15, I have lived under the heavy burden of 14 years. On April 15 I was miraculously sentenced to 4 years. I know, I wrote about that, but anyway, it was my worst season of life. (more…)
Whole that day of August 31, 2001, I felt unusual unrest and anxiety. However without visible reason. It was usual prison day at Lefortovo: under the light of two electrical bulbs one always feels like a tortured animal. Light bulbs, the noises of radio, pale face of my cell-mate bandit Mishka, everything was at place, everyday banal process of torturing was going on. But today as in addition I felt like a heavy weight was placed on me. At first I thought that I becoming psychopat. “Edward, you are finally giving up, after those months of prison life,” - said I to myself. Then I thought that some trouble coming. Some more trouble, because I was in trouble up to the neck. It was already 5 p.m., only one hour before the end of prison working day, when prison soldier opened a feeding hole and said: “Savenko, be ready to go. Without belongings.”
“Without belongings” signified that I was summoned up inside of prison. While putting my best clothes on I thought that my lawyer Beliak came to visit me too late in the day, we will not be able to talk much. Then door opened, I stepped out. Soldiers searched me. Then I stepped to the left. “Not this way. Go other way,” said mustached soldier. It was clear then, that I am going to Investigators office and not to the lawyers’ room.
“Advokat Belyak” (”The lawyer Belyak”) - the Bullet. Song on Edward Limonov’s verses. Shots from process over leader NBP Edward Limonov and nazbols Sergey Aksionov, Vladimir Pentiljuk, Nina Silina in court of the city Saratov. Limonov and nazbols were accused of purchase of the weapon and attempt of overthrow of the power in the totalitarian state Kazakhstan. Studio AIR clip.
SARATOV, Volga Region — Writer Eduard Limonov has never been one to keep his thoughts to himself, especially when it comes to “the evil force called The System.”
Under communism, Limonov’s anti-Soviet views got him expelled from the country. When he returned to Russia in the mid-1990s after 20 years abroad, he headed up a fringe ultranationalist movement and railed against the new regime in the Kremlin, preaching extremism and social justice “by any means necessary.” (more…)