Posts Tagged ‘prison’

My fighters club NBP

Friday, February 11th, 2005

Fight Club

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.

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Dr. Limonov’s Advices on Surviving Russian Interrogation

Saturday, November 13th, 2004

When detained, you shouldn’t talk to them without presence of lawyer. Remember that: at first hours and first days of detention you will be most vulnerable: surrounded by policemen, frightened, so you will easy to deal with. Anything you say will be later used to destroy you or your friends. So, don’t talk, don’t sign anything. Wait for the lawyer.

Almost sure you will be beaten, when detained. The very degrees of beating will depend on crime which you suspected to commit. If you are suspected of committing homicide, you will be severely beaten, in order to force you to confess. In Russian law system confession is very important. You should manage do not confess for three days, afterwards you will be released or will be transferred to prison. In prison during investigation you will not be beaten, they will use other means of influence on you. That because, when in prison, you will be under charge of two administrations: prison administration and team of investigators. Each will not be interested to bear responsibilities for your injuries and hematomes. (more…)

Protest of Russian People Against Its Old Medieval State

Sunday, April 18th, 2004

I acknowledge myself as a man of 61 years, preparing to publish in March my 37th book. I also acknowledge myself as a man, living with 21 years old girl, possessing a white bull terrier, white rat and a hamster. I also acknowledge myself as a leader of National-Bolsheviks Party, which I have founded ten years ago. And that is exactly in that last capacity as a political leader that I am hated by authority of my beloved country of Russia. As it is not enough I became few months ago the Chairman of movement “Russia without Putin.”

Every day, or almost every day my assistant Michael brings me reports of electronical medias as well as press-clips about deeds of National-Bolsheviks Party. Headlines say for example on March 12: “newsru.com, “Natsbols have seized a Putin’s headquarters at Saint Petersburg and have handcuffed themselves to Latvian embassy in Moscow.” News of party activities are coming from numerous provincial cities: in Irkutsk, Putin’s reception office was attacked. In Chelyabinsk meeting NBP in alliance with communists under the slogan “Russia Without Putin” have taken place. In Barnaul, meeting NBP, but before unknown persons have painted in black the FSB building. Orsk, Novosibirsk, Rostov-sur-Don, Ryazan, Kaluga, Nizhni Novgorod, Krasnoyarsk, Magnitogorsk, Kharkov, Kishenev - those cities where National-Bolsheviks have staged some actions in the beginning of March. (more…)

Writing and Prison

Friday, April 16th, 2004

part two of the eXile interview with Eduard Limonov

Rudnitsky, Dolan, Limonov, Ames— To me, His Butler’s Story is one of your best books. One of the reasons I was shocked when I first read it was that somehow you managed to describe what Jenny, an ordinary American of the time, was like. I read that and looked around at the rest of American literature and nobody repeated it. I always wondered what made it so hard to Americans to describe carefully what was happening. You needed to go to a Russian…

— Probably really because I was new and fresh from the other world. What I saw was probably banality for the Americans. And I came from a completely different social situation. And I had some kind of a good eye… (more…)

Hitler and Chechnya

Tuesday, March 30th, 2004

chechenDuring friendly discussions with comrades of the Party it sometimes happens to hear the opinion: We can’t let Chechnya free! What kind of nationalists are we if we call for giving the Chechens a piece of Russian territory?! References to Lenin and the Bolsheviks, with their Brest peace and generally anti-Russian position during the First World War don’t convince everybody. “Lenin was an internationalist, but we are nationalists” is a common objection.
All right, Lenin the internationalist is not an authority in this question, but Hitler the national-socialist?  (more…)

“Kalashis” Will Calm Down The Turkmenbashi!

Thursday, February 19th, 2004

Nazbols picketed the office of the company "Itera"The 19 February, from 14.00 to 15.00, the national-Bolsheviks picketed the office of the company “Itera” on the Sevastopoloski prospect in Moscow. The action was arranged for the birthday of the Turkmenbashi, celebrated in Turkmenia as a governmental holiday. “Itera” is one of the largest business-partners of Niazov.

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Russian Rip Off: Elections

Friday, December 12th, 2003

Today is election day in Russia. Russia is my beloved country, where I was born sixty years ago in the city of Dzerzhinsk, named after Polish aristocrat, turned to be a chief of Revolutionary terror machine of All Russian Extraordinary Comission. My destiny was always predicted on that terribly cold February Day to be born in the city of Dzerzhinsk, in another words I was damned somehow on my birthday, condemned to be tied up to the destiny of organization, founded by Mr. Dzerzhinski. So, I was duly detained by KGB officers in 1973 and consequently was forced to go abroad in 1974. I was arrested by FSB officers in 2001 and was placed in FSB prison “Lefortovo.” Then I spend two and a half years in various prisons of my country. Beloved country, of course. And my President in present time is a colonel of KGB. I want to say that he was a colonel of KGB and later he was a head of the same organisation that Dzerzhinski have founded. These are my thoughts in cold election Day in Moscow apartment. I am looking from my window. (more…)

Dr.Limonov’s Dialogue With a Voice About Thanksgiving

Tuesday, November 25th, 2003

A Voice: To whom you are grateful, Edward, to Jesus Christ?

No, I am grateful not to the humain-like God, but to unnamed cosmic force, to the same force what have created the Universe and all those awful planets, made of iron rocks, all those macabre Saturns of the Universe. I am grateful to Unnamed force for pleasure to be. But I am angry with that same Unnamed cosmic force that I am not provided with understanding of my supra-humain goal, if such goal is existing. During last decade, I am often thinking about making planet Saturn my God. It is pretty awful looking planet with its famous ring around his waist. This terribly but also stylishly looking planet perfectly fits to be my God. As to the humainlike and humain centered Gods, I don’t trust them precisely because they are humainlike. I cannot trust someone humainlike. Men are limited.

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The Night Of A Living Dead

Tuesday, October 28th, 2003

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.

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Men without Women

Thursday, October 16th, 2003

Men without Women, it is a title of Ernest Hemingway’s collection of a short stories, most of which are somehow related to a war. First World War, if to be exact. Wars changed a lot from Hemingways time, women where awaylable at my wars which I lived and fighted in 90’s. The only territory where women are unaccessable is prison territory.

Because they are unreachable, they are hated in prison. Their names are cursed, damned, soiled, caricatured and masturbated on. Women are regarded as genetically unfaithful, polygames, unstable, compulsive liars, dirty, always ready to sex with strangers, unmoral. All women of reproductive age for a prisoner are worst than prostitutes, they are animals. Very known Russian slang word “tiolka,” was born in prison and later made its way out to the free world. “Tiolka” is a young cow, young animal. So a male prisoner treats all women as animals.

Freshly arrested, a prisoner not becoming a women hater overnight. In the first months he is tied up with a big world across the bars, he is receiving letters, once in few months he could see his wife or girl-friend through the thick glass of prison room for rendezvous. But with time those letters, smelling of perfume, more and more rare guests in his sell. Rendezvous, oh, once he is seeing blue bruises on the skin of the neck of his beloved creature. Across that dirty thick prison glass, only for a moment, but afterwords, he remembers blue bruises, powdered of course, because she is not a silly one, his beloved female. Those bruises, a prisoner knows are traces of some man kisses, left on the body of his wife! Not, not that, he is training himself to believe that he didn’t see bruises, or they are left not by kisses. At next rendezvous, prisoner wants to start a conversation about origin of those blue bruises, “you know, honey, you are, seems to me, are…unfaithful to me?”

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