The collective triumph of justice

Early history. here.

- Sing, where are you? . Peter tied the lace scarf and said corrected.
- Manyunya, I have to demonstrate.
- Against what now?.
- It increased the fee, it is necessary to support the men.
Heavy sigh of complete desperation female has hit a closed door. Gadiukiny hastened to show their citizenship.

Weeks spent unemployed in the state, Peter hardened, making it a true vehicle for the political struggle for the rights of the working class. In Gadiukiny talent suddenly opened the demonstrator. He was pleased with the frost was on the poster, loudly shouting slogans. Shoulder companion warmed his soul, his elbow neighbor, creating a sense of security. Peter liked to fight for their rights.

The demonstration was a success. Sanctions were not, but it is even emboldened the participants. A huge crowd of men in leather jackets, screaming, shaking placards, a small group of young people climbed on the monument and rowdy wrapped his banner. Towards noon tightened conscious political forces: the Communists, ldprovtsy. It has become more fun. Went through the ranks with a bottle of vodka - the first frost has hit, and the demonstrators nice chilled for several hours. Speakers at the megaphone shouting something, but no one listened, the crowd broke into groups and each spoke of their. The political education of the masses grew in her eyes.

Peter stood with Arseny and Nicholas. Neither the names nor the addresses of comrades in the struggle he did not know. Although Arseni once told me that he worked at the plant to assemble something there. And Nicholas confessed that does not work even with the spring sits on the neck of his mother, working as chief accountant in a large company. All three agreed on the hate towards globalization and the oligarchs and the love of a small cafe in the alley Wyszynski. They were allowed to drink vodka brought with him a snack when bought in small dirty bar where the rules of the ball 's aunt Galya. Galya local visitors were more afraid of the oligarchs, so the discipline of the cafe had a special dividing the tables on the sovereign state.

None of those in power did not come out to the protesters, and nothing for pains, people reached out to their homes. Comrades of habit turned into a favorite coffee shop. Expanding on the table sandwiches, poured on piles Arseny remnants of vodka and said:.
- For Justice! .
- Look, Peter, - began Nikolai. - Why They'll come to us? . Galya glanced askance at their table, Nicholas said, and bent over the table.
- Correctly say Kohl - Gadiukiny said, hunched over the table, too. In any case, the table bent down and Arseny. They looked now, as the conspirators since the February Revolution.
- The staff! . His cheeks were suffused with crimson, and his eyes lit fire. - The next time you should not just say we have to show them what is working class, if it is brought to delirium tremens! .

The conspirators looked at each other. The class struggle was alien to them, but the blood was boiling in the veins and required an exhaust. Urgently needed an enemy, which was worth to show who is the hegemon. And the faces of his comrades could see that there was an enemy of. Everyone has their own.

Alex broke the pause. Alex held the first of a good position in the trade union of one plant. But the plant, and pressed his subordinates, and the union, which led to a partial reduction of the first and second disbanding. Alex kept his head and turned violent political activity. Alex fought for all. For the monetization of benefits, for the abolition of privileges, for the abolition of monetization for the rights of disabled people, for the rights of single women for abortions, a ban on abortion, for the demolition of shopping centers, for the restoration of green cover. For all that money to pay. At first glance it was hard to figure out how to make money on these things, but not Alexis: days and nights he spent meeting and participated in the drinking bouts, proving their necessity for both parties.

In the eyes of his comrades at a table Alex embodied the image of the perfect fighter, ready to go to the end for the sake of a better life for their fellow. In the eyes of Alexis Three drunkards at the table best suited to its purpose.

- Friends! . - Brothers! .

Stacks overturned the last time, and friends were ready. Galya spent their gaze to the door and shook her head. Its rumbling could not make out even her two cats, lying at the foot of the counter.

Alex led the advocates of universal justice, heated it a familiar path through the homes and neighborhoods. Skirts of his coat flapped its wings, why he became like an angel of the night, followed by three shadows. A team of professional protesters stood in a lonely lane. Alex gave the order to stand in the doorway and disappeared. The comrades looked at each other. The frosty air a little sobered up company. Now the idea of ​​social justice are not so excited the brain. In addition, they have not asked what needs to be done. So everyone thought that it prompted a fantasy.

- Oligarch whether that will rob, - whispered Nikolai.
- Do not, perhaps, the materials for tomorrow's rally should take - suggested Arseniy.
- Something is fishy here - shared their thoughts, Peter. - And even though we where?.

From the sky fell on friends first fluff of snow, as if someone had emptied a bag of feathers from the sky. Snowflakes settled on his shoulders, and hats, sheltering a thin white layer of gray paved courtyard. Winter has come. The fight began suddenly. And it was not a fight, and now beating. A dozen or two young men emerged from the alley, and not even trying to create a pretext for a conflict, comrades knocked to the ground and started beating. Attempt to fight off only did Arseny, but was subject to the head, vaguely reminiscent of the pipe, and connection to the land lying to friends. Signal police sirens they have not heard. Just suddenly became quiet.

Peter moved and spat. The snow fell a bloody clot. He tried to sit up, but then he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

- Here's drunken bastards - the voice sounded like a distant. - Bring them into the car.
- Oh nafig them, they'll have wet my pants - you'll be a car wash? . The eye was swollen badly, but he tried to unstick Gadiukiny to make out who it says. It did not work.
- They said to take away, then pick up the. Called to the house, they said - three drunken brawl staged. Now, let sit overnight in the monkey.
- What is this, they beat themselves so?.
- Yes, I do not care, bring.

Gadiukiny waved his arms and tried to say that they are victims, that they were beaten for no reason at all. But out of his mouth came the only moo, prikushenny language is not obeyed. The second attempt to bring the truth broke blow pit of my stomach. Gadiukiny whistling pulled him right now so the air and fell silent, concentrating on maintaining health.

When his face almost touched the chassis of the vehicle, hit the bright lights. From the gate, which disappeared at the time Alex, there were people. They carried cameras, microphones, projectors. Ahead paced uncompromising fighter for justice. He grabbed Peter by the shoulder and pulled over. Gadiukiny lost his footing and began to fall, but Alex grabbed his waist and throwing his arm over his shoulder, he turned to the press.

- Friends, now you see what power are all statements about freedom of speech. Our comrades in the morning standing in a picket of the administration, and now they are beaten and detained by those who should protect us. If we were not there on time, thanks to our supporters who live nearby, it could be anything. We can and must stand together to show that we have real political power!.

Further Gadiukiny vaguely remembered. It seems he suffered at the hands of up to a minibus, which took him to the hospital. I think he got a shot of sedative and sleep. And when I woke up, then sat beside the bed Manyunya. She smiled encouragingly, and covered him with his hand.

Two weeks later discharged Gadiukiny. House greeted him with warmth and comfort. On the table was a dinner. Peter was almost crying when my wife and daughter hugged him. For the first time in a long time he slept like a baby.

As soon as the bruises have gone as Gadiukiny was collected. He got out of the closet suit, shirt and tie for a long time picking up. My wife watched his actions with a sense of vague anxiety.

- Sing, where are you?.

Gadiukiny turned to his wife hugged her and whispered in my ear.

- In exchange I'll go. Manyunya, you can not imagine how I want to work! . - Found, mlýn, Matrosov.