I’m a Soviet person, afraid of everything. Even ten years ago, I would have never gone out onto the square. Today, I don’t miss a single rally. I went to the demonstrations on Sakharov Prospekt and Novy Arbat. I was part of the White Ring.*9 I’m learning how to be a free person. I don’t want to die the way I am now, all Soviet. I’m dredging the Sovietness out of myself by the bucketful…
